Seo-yeon's fingers hovered an inch above Joon-woo's hand.
The world outside her held its breath, anticipating her decision. The pressure on her chest was like an invisible weight, reminding her that once she took this step, there would be no turning back.
But hadn't she already crossed too far into the shadows?
Joon-woo watched her quietly, his gaze never wavering. He wasn't in a rush. He didn't need to be. He understood how the game was played better than anyone.
And she hated that part of her already playing the game.
"Seo-yeon." His voice was soft and persuasive. "You already know what you want. Don't struggle."
She gasped for air.
Did she?
She could walk away nonetheless. She could call Hyun-soo, accept his proposal, leave behind this crazy world.
But Joon-woo was not presenting her with an escape.
He was presenting her power.
And power had always been far more lethal than freedom.
She breathed in deeply.
Then—
Her hand fit into his.
